Steady night on the ferry last night. Got chatting to three local scooter boys from Wheldrake and Pock who are heading down to Davos for an international scooter meet next weekend. They're pretty much carrying an entire bikes worth of spares. What'll do mister? Apparent, about 85, but not for very long. 70 is bearable though, for both rider and bike.
One of them is a massive British Sea Power fan who has coincidentally been to the same last two gigs as us. It sounds like he's actually been to every one of their gigs.
Loads of bikes on the ferry, but I guess that's weekend crossings for you. We were all packed tightly up on the ramps. Tie-downs provided again. Thank you P&O.
Usual ride down to Luxembourg this morning. Forecast for the Mosel was cool and showery. Forecast for the black forest was super toasty, so that formed the basics of our rather sketchy plan.
Bored of motorway by Luxembourg, and fancying a change of pace and scenery, we left Luxembourg to the East rather than South towards Metz. Michelin have painted an interesting looking green route on their map so we went to investigate. It was a great call. It's a fast scenic road, and vastly more entertaining than motorway.
We headed to Bitche, ticking off four countries on the first day. There is a municipal campsite south of Bitche in Baerenthal called Camping Ramstein. Lake and beach and pool and decent free showers all present and correct. It's a great site with lots of well loved little holiday homes. I'll mark in on the map for future reference.
We chanced the restaurant and it filled a gap. We both went for somewhat random salads, both contained a dubious selection of meats. Mine included pork pie - that traditional French classic. Louby's included an incredibly rude looking and unappealing sausage. We'd left a bottle of wine breathing back at the tent, but two beers after 300+ miles on the bike finished us off so we had a cheeky nightcap then screwed the cap back on.
Germany were playing tonight. Football does nothing for me, but it was obvious from the celebrations on the site that they were doing ok.
As expected, Louby was perfectly settled on the navigator's seat today. She was happy enough enjoying the scenery and a bit of quiet time. Within half an hour of leaving Zebrugge she was delighted to see some pretty Belgian cows and a donkey. Thankfully, being easily pleased is the only thing i expect from anyone daft enough to come on holiday with me.
311 miles
One of them is a massive British Sea Power fan who has coincidentally been to the same last two gigs as us. It sounds like he's actually been to every one of their gigs.
Loads of bikes on the ferry, but I guess that's weekend crossings for you. We were all packed tightly up on the ramps. Tie-downs provided again. Thank you P&O.
Usual ride down to Luxembourg this morning. Forecast for the Mosel was cool and showery. Forecast for the black forest was super toasty, so that formed the basics of our rather sketchy plan.
Bored of motorway by Luxembourg, and fancying a change of pace and scenery, we left Luxembourg to the East rather than South towards Metz. Michelin have painted an interesting looking green route on their map so we went to investigate. It was a great call. It's a fast scenic road, and vastly more entertaining than motorway.
We headed to Bitche, ticking off four countries on the first day. There is a municipal campsite south of Bitche in Baerenthal called Camping Ramstein. Lake and beach and pool and decent free showers all present and correct. It's a great site with lots of well loved little holiday homes. I'll mark in on the map for future reference.
We chanced the restaurant and it filled a gap. We both went for somewhat random salads, both contained a dubious selection of meats. Mine included pork pie - that traditional French classic. Louby's included an incredibly rude looking and unappealing sausage. We'd left a bottle of wine breathing back at the tent, but two beers after 300+ miles on the bike finished us off so we had a cheeky nightcap then screwed the cap back on.
Germany were playing tonight. Football does nothing for me, but it was obvious from the celebrations on the site that they were doing ok.
As expected, Louby was perfectly settled on the navigator's seat today. She was happy enough enjoying the scenery and a bit of quiet time. Within half an hour of leaving Zebrugge she was delighted to see some pretty Belgian cows and a donkey. Thankfully, being easily pleased is the only thing i expect from anyone daft enough to come on holiday with me.
311 miles
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